'... His eldest sister (who modestly prefers to be identified here as a Tuckahoe homemaker) has asked me to describe him as `the blue-eyed Jewish-Irish Mohican scout that died in your arms at the roulette table at Monte Carlo ...' For once, I'm not sniping at Camille. When she quotes admiringly this passage from Salinger I imagine she will be speaking for the majority of list members. Still. Quite seriously - & trying to stick to my resolution to avoid frivolity - I have to ask: am I quite alone in finding this kind of thing embarassing? To discover the chap who wrote Esme & Holden churning out this contrived, twinkly-eyed, archly-smiling rubbish is for me the equivalent of watching a former Olympic runner begging a handout for booze on skid row. No one else? Really no one? Scottie B.